My levels are low, I’m starving, I’m full, I’m freezing, I’m warm, I’m everything.
The above are basically what a type one diabetic could feel every single day. For those of you who didn’t know, I’ve had type on diabetes for six and a half years and let me tell you it can be a right pain in the butt. I started out with having to give myself up to six to nine injections a day. Each before every meal, limiting the amount I could eat, no snacking without checking your levels on a blood glucose meter etc.
Type one diabetes occurs when the immune system attacks the insulin producing beta cells in the pancreas. While that happens, the pancreas starts producing less and less insulin resulting in the blood sugar levels go high. This is called a “honeymoon”. It is often dangerous if not been diagnosed soon.
Four years later, I got the chance to go on a device called “The Pump”. It is a small cellular-like device that you use to get the insulin into your body. The insulin comes out of a small tube, controlled by the pump. Unfortunately, that pump didn’t work and I ended up in hospital for about three weeks. Let me tell you, I had a load of insulin in my body, which was ridiculously dangerous. I was in and out of consciousness for about a day and a half after I was admitted and my whole family, and the doctors in the hospital were very worried. Because my levels were down and weren’t coming up for quite some time, I went into this sort of phase. I started acting weird like I was possessed and ended up trying to kill my poor teddy bear (She was all right, we stitched her up again) but the funny thing was, after I came out of that phase, I could not remember a thing. My parents and the nurses had to tell me where I was and what I did again. It was probably the most weirdest experience ever.
Two years later, I got the option to go onto the pump again. I took it up after some time of thinking. Thankfully, after a few days of stressing, it was okay. Everything was okay. I have way more freedom with it and I’m able to eat what I want which brings this up to now.
I’m glad I have the family I have to help me through this. There is no cure for type one diabetes. Yet.
About two weeks ago, a type one diabetic was cured!!! It was a life-changing surgery for her. The woman that underwent this surgery was around forty-two years old and had diabetes since she was around sixteen. I hope that one day I’ll be able to be free of it too. Thanks so, so much for reading x. Bye for now!